My mouth was just raped by sharp metal tools.
So i sit down in this awful plastic-y seat, and the seat leans back. The lady just goes "open your mouth."
instantly, im just like.. crap..
So she pulls out this sharp metal hook and starts poking my teeth. It didnt hurt, it was just stab.. stab.. stab.. stab.. These were NOT soft stabs.
So i'm sitting here going, he's gonna like puncture one of my teeth! break it, or something!
And, just my luck, she does.
Her metal tool of death finds one of my bottom left molar, and.. sure enough.. STAB...
it didnt just go tap like the other teeth. She pokes this tooth, and it breaks through the enamel layer, and right into my nerve endings. i majorly tensed and she's like "oh, did that hurt?" and keeps going like nothing happened.
So i'm sitting here with this puncture in my tooth, it's gently throbbing with pain. I'm like.. dangit..
So now she's poking the rest of my teeth.. Stab.. stab.. stab.. stab.. Then she finds another one of my molars, this one on the upper left. STAB!
this stab wasn't normal. she kept on pushing, applying more and more pressure. It broke through, very painfully, into THOSE nerve endings.
I wanted to shoot this woman in the face.
that's just the FIRST part!
She goes "ok, you've got two cavities."
So i'm like, great! I get to go home now, sweet!
"Ok, now relax. this may hurt a little."
I dont know about you - but when a dentist says this to me, i FREAK OUT.
so she pulls out another metal object of death, and she goes for my front bottom teeth. Ok, mine are like really close together, because it's genetic. She starts SCRAPING at my teeth.
sccccccccccraaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppeee.. scrape scrape scrape..
I'm grabbing the sides of the chair for dear life. This woman is scraping my teeth with this thing.. and it was like the FEELING of nails on chalkboard, but on the teeth as she did it. I'm like trying to hand motion and mumble to her "so what are you doing to me?" but it wasnt working out. Next time she stopped i asked. she goes "I'm removing calcium deposits from your teeth." im just like.. what the muffins?
So she SCCRAPESS like all my front teeth. the WORST, though, was when she went after that gap between my teeth. Calcium, appearantly was built up in there, too..
Imagine tooth 1 and tooth 2. Calcium in between. She jabs her tool of mortal destruction at the base of the gap, and starts yanking up to get the calcium out. so this isn't a one tooth pain now, it's both. im like.. AH!
so then she finishes with that, and whips out this drill. My mind goes.. Wait.. wait.. that's.. That's a DRILL! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So she polished my teeth. like, this drill just has a soft little thing on the end that she dips in this minty stuff (i so didnt taste it like i wasn't supposed to *cough*) and then starts polishing my teeth. That part was actually kinda cool. It was like a tooth massage.
So i close my eyes while she's polishing. but she decided to be cruel and surprise my by poking at my teeth with another sharp thing.
So its basically Ahh.. tooth massage. This isn't bad, i can finally relax - OMG! AHH!
so after she's all done with tormenting me, she hands me these pamphlets about gum disease, "you've got to floss more.." etc.
So she leaves, and im sitting here waiting to be told i can leave. So she comes back in with another lady, and says "we've got to measure your gums," im like.. what?
They actually have a little metal tool that pokes into the gum inbetween your teeth to find out how deep it is. 1-3 is good. anything more is kinda bad. I'm asking about this, and she goes "Alright, 1-3 is good. Higher is bad. If i say 'bleeder', that means that your gum is infected inbetween those two teeth. Ok?"
Im like, whatever. So she does it. 2,3,3,2,3,2,3,2,2,2, then she was like "woah.. 5,5,6,3.."
So i just have these random spots where my gums are more messed up. Then she stabs one with this thing and it starts bleeding. she goes "bleeder."
im like 'NO DUH ITS BLEEDING! YOUR STABBING IT WITH A FRICKIN METAL THING!' ..i didnt say it tho. smart me.
So she finishes this and leaves again. I'm like, YES! im in the CLEAR!
THE dentist comes in. The head honcho dentist.
He makes small talk, and sits next to me. Grabs a metal tool.
NO! NO NO NO! NOT AGAIN!
He stats poking and prodding again. This one wasnt nearly as bad, though.
Finds two more cavities. great.
So i go in again on the 18th, at 7am to get numbed, drilled, and filled. LAME.
I go outside, and get back in my car. I have this gritty sand feeling crap in my mouth. Then i realize it's peices of my teeth from the drilling and poking. im like.. that's nasty. It was prolly some of that minty pink stuff too.
I hate the dentist.
instantly, im just like.. crap..
So she pulls out this sharp metal hook and starts poking my teeth. It didnt hurt, it was just stab.. stab.. stab.. stab.. These were NOT soft stabs.
So i'm sitting here going, he's gonna like puncture one of my teeth! break it, or something!
And, just my luck, she does.
Her metal tool of death finds one of my bottom left molar, and.. sure enough.. STAB...
it didnt just go tap like the other teeth. She pokes this tooth, and it breaks through the enamel layer, and right into my nerve endings. i majorly tensed and she's like "oh, did that hurt?" and keeps going like nothing happened.
So i'm sitting here with this puncture in my tooth, it's gently throbbing with pain. I'm like.. dangit..
So now she's poking the rest of my teeth.. Stab.. stab.. stab.. stab.. Then she finds another one of my molars, this one on the upper left. STAB!
this stab wasn't normal. she kept on pushing, applying more and more pressure. It broke through, very painfully, into THOSE nerve endings.
I wanted to shoot this woman in the face.
that's just the FIRST part!
She goes "ok, you've got two cavities."
So i'm like, great! I get to go home now, sweet!
"Ok, now relax. this may hurt a little."
I dont know about you - but when a dentist says this to me, i FREAK OUT.
so she pulls out another metal object of death, and she goes for my front bottom teeth. Ok, mine are like really close together, because it's genetic. She starts SCRAPING at my teeth.
sccccccccccraaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppeee.. scrape scrape scrape..
I'm grabbing the sides of the chair for dear life. This woman is scraping my teeth with this thing.. and it was like the FEELING of nails on chalkboard, but on the teeth as she did it. I'm like trying to hand motion and mumble to her "so what are you doing to me?" but it wasnt working out. Next time she stopped i asked. she goes "I'm removing calcium deposits from your teeth." im just like.. what the muffins?
So she SCCRAPESS like all my front teeth. the WORST, though, was when she went after that gap between my teeth. Calcium, appearantly was built up in there, too..
Imagine tooth 1 and tooth 2. Calcium in between. She jabs her tool of mortal destruction at the base of the gap, and starts yanking up to get the calcium out. so this isn't a one tooth pain now, it's both. im like.. AH!
so then she finishes with that, and whips out this drill. My mind goes.. Wait.. wait.. that's.. That's a DRILL! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So she polished my teeth. like, this drill just has a soft little thing on the end that she dips in this minty stuff (i so didnt taste it like i wasn't supposed to *cough*) and then starts polishing my teeth. That part was actually kinda cool. It was like a tooth massage.
So i close my eyes while she's polishing. but she decided to be cruel and surprise my by poking at my teeth with another sharp thing.
So its basically Ahh.. tooth massage. This isn't bad, i can finally relax - OMG! AHH!
so after she's all done with tormenting me, she hands me these pamphlets about gum disease, "you've got to floss more.." etc.
So she leaves, and im sitting here waiting to be told i can leave. So she comes back in with another lady, and says "we've got to measure your gums," im like.. what?
They actually have a little metal tool that pokes into the gum inbetween your teeth to find out how deep it is. 1-3 is good. anything more is kinda bad. I'm asking about this, and she goes "Alright, 1-3 is good. Higher is bad. If i say 'bleeder', that means that your gum is infected inbetween those two teeth. Ok?"
Im like, whatever. So she does it. 2,3,3,2,3,2,3,2,2,2, then she was like "woah.. 5,5,6,3.."
So i just have these random spots where my gums are more messed up. Then she stabs one with this thing and it starts bleeding. she goes "bleeder."
im like 'NO DUH ITS BLEEDING! YOUR STABBING IT WITH A FRICKIN METAL THING!' ..i didnt say it tho. smart me.
So she finishes this and leaves again. I'm like, YES! im in the CLEAR!
THE dentist comes in. The head honcho dentist.
He makes small talk, and sits next to me. Grabs a metal tool.
NO! NO NO NO! NOT AGAIN!
He stats poking and prodding again. This one wasnt nearly as bad, though.
Finds two more cavities. great.
So i go in again on the 18th, at 7am to get numbed, drilled, and filled. LAME.
I go outside, and get back in my car. I have this gritty sand feeling crap in my mouth. Then i realize it's peices of my teeth from the drilling and poking. im like.. that's nasty. It was prolly some of that minty pink stuff too.
I hate the dentist.